Makin' Love To You

I don't believe in the rockin' pneumonia
and who cares if Maybelline was a cow
Didn't see 'em rollin' over Beethoven
or hear the blues wrote for Chairman Mao

I don't care if they're rockin' the jailhouse
or who's a-courting with a Peggy Sue
I don't care if they call you a hound dog
as long as I can make love to you
Love to you

I love makin' love to you

Who cares about the great'a pretender
and who the hell was a'Johnny B.Goode
Rave on it's a crazy feeling
Rave on like you know you should
You know you should

I love makin' love to you
I love makin' love to you

I don't care about the shakes in my knee bone
as long as I've got my blue suede shoes
Don't mind if you tickle my thigh bone
as long as I can make love to you love to you,babe

I love makin' love to you
I love makin' love to you